#if you’re interested in more stories from the Secret Menu

[goatbeard-goatbeard]

A Companion to Owls is such an underrated minisode. I think a lot of viewers don’t realize how much of that is a DIRECT pull from the Bible.

Like, God actually makes that bet with Satan. The poor dude actually gets his kids killed and replaced with new ones (sometimes pastors wave that away with “well, his old children are waiting for him in heaven”). God actually goes on that long-winded petty rant about how Job shouldn’t question what God’s doing because he didn’t make stars and oceans and leviathans and behemoths. Bitch we SAW why you did it, you were literally just dicking around, trying to prove a point to Satan! Mysterious Ways(tm) my ass!

For, um, obvious reasons, it’s not a very popular Bible story to cover in church. Which is a shame, because it means secular/casually-Christian viewers don’t realize IT ACTUALLY GOES EXACTLY LIKE THAT FOR REAL.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

A Changed Future (2) | Yandere Isekai

Part 1

It’s so irritating for Haruko 

He remembers how he used to try and make noise in the beginning, when the same thing happened to him

But even without your struggling, he’s got more obstacles than he thought

“Tch all these guys getting in our way, maybe I should just kill them.”

“Haru no!”

“Why not, I'm sure you did it when I was trapped.”

“That…that doesn’t make it right!”

“So? Who cares about right when we’re in love? I think it was you who said that.”

Either way with or without your approval he’s figuring out a way to take down his newfound rivals

He kind of hopes they are as ambitious as the friends who recently abandoned him

Too bad they aren’t

In the original story, the crazy thing about the protagonist was that despite their obsessive love for Haruko and general disregard for those who got in the way of that was otherwise really inspiring

Breaking away from their elitist family for their violent morals ironic right

Joining the workforce, easily rising because of their work ethic and intelligence

And all that while beautifully evading a less-than-clean detective trying to pin the blame of random crimes on them

Which of course got them their own male leads attempting to pursue their affections

Always doomed to fall short because of circumstance or the protagonist suavely crushing their hopes to gush about their love

It was a uniquely terrible tragedy for their characters to be written this way

That’s what the random reviewers would say

Which is why you did feel inclined to maybe entertain them a bit more than the original protagonist would have ever done

“Since you are quitting….I hope you’ll let me treat you to dinner. For all your hard work of course.”

“Uh sure but I have to be home by sunset.”

“That’s a shame then we’ll have to—Wait. Did you say you would?”

“Yeah, are you okay?”

“YES! Ahem I mean yes I’m fine! I look forward to a nice evening together!”

Unknowingly furthering the obsession the protagonist was barely keeping at bay

“So mind telling me what you ordered that day at the restaurant?”

“I think it was my favorite dish there called the berry delight but I’m not sure. I think they changed the menu since I was there.”

“Why not confirm it later today? That way you can tell me if you did see the missing classmate of yours.”

“But I don’t remember exactly where I sat–”

“Then we’ll just have to sit in every spot until it rings a bell.”

“I don’t know if that’s–”

“Don’t fret. I’ll be paying but there's no way we’ll get to try every table. We’ll have to come back multiple times.”

“Okay…”

“No worries I’m sure you’ll get tired of eating there so we’ll go to some other places to give you a rest. Anywhere you wanted to try?”

You’d be foolish to think you could escape them by agreeing to Haruko’s entrapping of you 

It only takes a day of you not responding to messages that they both eagerly awaiting you at your door

And after the first few times, Haruko shooing them away they begin to get resourceful

“Yeah bud nice try their still out.”

“Hm well say that to my lovely warrant right here.”

“Wait! H-h-hold on! Geez I-i’ll go get them now but they are not going to be happy with you!”

It really doesn’t get better as the guard against the protagonist’s secrets begins to be let down as interested parties slowly make their way in

You don’t have the same ruthlessness or ability to deceive as the protagonist you took over for 

On top of that you never actually read the webtoon so you’ll be left trying to piece together whatever few weak points the protag has

Where if you hadn’t already started to make your pursuers interested all those faults are fuel for their agenda

“It’s so unfortunate that the company can sign off on your absence during this suspicious crime but I don’t mind editing records if you wouldn’t mind spending time with me. That way I can vet your personality myself. Over wine of course!”

It’s overwhelming constantly being pulled in 3 directions 

What’s worse you’re completely oblivious when the latest obstacle in the protag’s perfect life finally makes themselves known

“Hello darling, it took us years to find you but we did it!”

“Don’t look like that come give your Mama a hug!”

Part 3: Here

[andy-15-07]

could you write more ticklish stories with pedro or his characters it’s cutee

Breakfast Delights

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT: 1456| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

A/n:I'm sorry I haven't been active in the last week, school kept me busy, now I have more free time and I will respond to all your requests.

The soft morning light spills into the spacious kitchen as you stir awake to the gentle hum of a coffee machine and the sizzling sound of something delicious on the stove. Today is different—there’s a playful spark in the air that you can’t quite place. As you rub the sleep from your eyes, you notice him already at work: Pedro, effortlessly charming as ever, flipping pancakes with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Morning,” he greets with a warm smile as he turns toward you. “Sleep well?”

You stretch and smile back, feeling both relaxed and inexplicably alert. “I did, especially knowing I’d wake up to this view,” you reply, glancing around the cozy kitchen where ingredients and utensils are scattered with endearing chaos.

Pedro chuckles and slides a plate of perfectly golden pancakes toward you. “Breakfast is served,” he announces, setting the plate on the table with a flourish. “But I have a feeling this morning holds more surprises than just a good meal.”

Curiosity piqued, you take a seat at the table. As you pour syrup over your pancakes, you notice Pedro leaning casually against the counter, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You know,” he starts, voice low and teasing, “I’ve been thinking about how ticklish you are.” His tone is playful, and before you can even respond, he’s already stepped closer.

“No, don’t even think about it,” you warn, half-laughing, half-serious. “You know how I am about being caught off guard.” But there’s a glint of daring in your eyes that betrays your amusement.

Pedro arches an eyebrow and leans down conspiratorially. “Oh, I know exactly how you are. In fact, I might just have a surprise planned for you after breakfast.” His smile deepens as he watches your reaction closely.

You try to focus on your meal, but his teasing banter is impossible to ignore. “A surprise, huh? And what might that be?” you ask, your tone playful as you attempt to keep a straight face.

With a dramatic pause, Pedro replies, “Well, let’s just say it involves a little bit of mischief, a little bit of laughter, and a whole lot of tickles.” His words hang in the air like a delicious secret.

The conversation is interrupted by the clatter of a falling utensil—a stray fork that escaped from a drawer—prompting a shared laugh. Pedro quickly moves to retrieve it, and you can’t help but watch him with affectionate amusement. The way he moves, every gesture so natural and charming, makes your heart flutter in unexpected ways.

“So, what’s on the menu for today besides pancakes?” you ask as he returns, placing the fork back in its rightful place.

“Ah, I thought we’d experiment a bit,” Pedro explains, tapping his chin as if deep in thought. “Maybe some scrambled eggs with a twist—perhaps a sprinkle of adventure?” He winks, and you know that his idea of adventure today might not be limited to culinary experiments.

As Pedro begins whisking the eggs, you steal a glance at him. The soft hum of the mixer and the clinking of the bowls set the rhythm of the morning. “You really do like to keep things interesting, don’t you?” you remark.

“Life’s too short for boring mornings,” he says with a laugh. “Especially when I have a wonderfully ticklish partner in crime right here.” His voice drops teasingly, and you shiver despite yourself.

Before you can protest, Pedro’s hand darts out, aiming for your side. “Hey!” you exclaim as your laughter erupts uncontrollably. “Pedro, no!”

He grins widely and retreats just enough for you to catch your breath, the memory of his touch still sending delightful shivers down your spine. “Just making sure you’re awake,” he teases. “And who could resist a little tickling on such a beautiful morning?”

You playfully swat at him, still giggling. “You’re impossible,” you say, shaking your head. “One day, you’re going to get me back for that.”

“Oh, I highly doubt that,” he replies, adopting an innocent look as he continues to stir the eggs. “I’m just enjoying the fun we have together. Besides, you kind of love it.” His tone is laced with affectionate teasing that makes it hard not to smile.

The kitchen fills with the sound of sizzling eggs and your shared laughter. The conversation drifts between plans for the day—talks about a movie marathon later, a possible stroll in the park, and even debates about who makes the better omelette. Every now and then, Pedro’s hand slips in a playful tickle, each time met with an eruption of giggles and mock protests.

“So, tell me,” you say between fits of laughter, “what other surprises do you have in store for me today? Besides breakfast and these unexpected tickles, of course.”

Pedro pauses, his eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and sincerity. “Well, I thought after breakfast we could take a walk by the lake. There’s something about the morning air and the gentle rustle of the trees that just feels… magical. And, who knows? Maybe I’ll find more ways to make you laugh.” He winks, and you can tell he’s already plotting his next playful assault.

You settle back into your chair, savoring the moment—the warmth of the morning, the delicious food, and the undeniable chemistry between you. “A walk by the lake sounds perfect,” you agree. “As long as you promise to keep your tickling to a minimum.”

Pedro laughs and shakes his head. “No promises there. I believe a little laughter is the best way to start any day.” He slides over a plate of perfectly scrambled eggs, still warm from the pan. “Dig in, and brace yourself.”

Between bites and sips of freshly brewed coffee, you find the conversation flowing effortlessly. The dialogue dances between light-hearted teasing and genuine moments of affection. “Remember the last time you tickled me in the middle of a serious conversation?” you reminisce, recalling a memory that still makes you smile.

Pedro nods, his laughter mingling with yours. “How could I forget? You were trying to explain your idea for a new project, and suddenly I couldn’t resist. You laughed so hard you nearly fell off your chair.” His tone is filled with fondness as he recalls the moment, a reminder of how your playful interactions have become a cherished part of your mornings.

“Maybe I’ll let you have another go later,” you tease, nudging him gently with your elbow. “But for now, I think I need to regain some dignity before I’m reduced to giggles again.”

He grins, clearly delighted by your banter. “I wouldn’t want it any other way. A little vulnerability keeps us real, don’t you think?” His eyes are soft as he watches you, and in that moment, it feels as if the world outside has faded away.

As the breakfast comes to a close and the dishes begin to accumulate in the sink, Pedro moves closer and wraps an arm around your shoulders. “You know,” he says quietly, “mornings like these remind me how lucky I am to have someone who can brighten even the simplest moments.” His voice is tender, the tickling and laughter now giving way to genuine affection.

You lean into his warmth, smiling. “I feel the same way. It’s not just the food—it’s these little moments that make the day special. Even if you do have a habit of catching me off guard.”

Pedro chuckles softly and plants a quick kiss on your forehead. “I promise to try and keep my mischief in check… at least until after our walk.” His playful promise sends a shiver of anticipation through you, and you know that even as the day unfolds, there will be many more moments filled with laughter, playful tickles, and shared secrets.

Standing up together to tidy the kitchen, you exchange a look that speaks volumes—a silent agreement that every day holds the promise of joy, adventure, and the kind of playful intimacy that makes life unexpectedly delightful.

Later, as you both step out into the crisp morning air for your walk by the lake, the memories of the ticklish breakfast linger in your mind. Every step feels lighter, every laugh a reminder that sometimes, the best parts of life are found in the simplest, most unguarded moments. And with Pedro by your side, you know that even the most ordinary morning can turn into something magical—one tickle, one laugh, and one whispered secret at a time.

Enjoying the fresh breeze and the soft murmur of nature, you continue your journey, the morning’s playful start a cherished prelude to the day ahead. The kitchen escapades become a sweet memory, a reminder that sometimes, all it takes is a little tickle to make life infinitely more joyful.

[dokidokitsuna]

O.R.C.A.’s Directory

(Finally coming back to this concept after several months ^^;)

O.R.C.A. in #re_rise doesn’t just run Alterna in the background and give you orders– it’s a system you interact with regularly as the player; a database that facilitates your adventure and keeps track of your accomplishments. It is accessed through terminals placed at key spots on each site, which you have to find, activate, and physically walk to if you want to use them.

Most of the contents of the Menu (except the Sunken Scrolls) are now consolidated into O.R.C.A., along with a few bonus features~

Alterna Archive: Basically the Alterna Logs– all the information about Alterna’s history, from creation to collapse (referencing my rewritten version of this backstory, of course). As you clear lab spaces with different weapons, earn Golden Eggs, activate terminals, collect Nostalgic Devices, etc., the files will be decrypted line by line. Basically, anything that contributes to your percent completion of the game will count towards this…so just enjoy Alterna the way you like, and you’ll eventually reveal the entire archive without too much extra effort. ^^ This story is O.R.C.A.’s gift to you; your reward for reawakening its home.

Lab Notebook: Notes written by the ‘mysterious researcher’ currently working in Alterna, earned in order from newest to oldest, so we can gradually learn what the Fuzzy Ooze is and why he made it, as well as his origin story and true identity (in his own words~). These replace ‘Log.exe’ from the actual game. Lab notes are found by reaching computers hidden within the lab spaces, kinda like the Power Egg packs. They are purposely placed in the more challenging spaces, and you must clear the space in order to take the note with you– if you wanna learn the main antagonist’s secrets, you gotta put in the work. ^^

Wellness File: Records of Neo Agent 3’s responses to the environment, once you obtain the biometric monitor in Cryogenic Hopetown (more on that later). This is essentially an account of how the player character is feeling at each point in the story– a new entry will be created after each encounter with a major character (Deep Cut, the King Salmonids, the Squid Sisters, etc.) or a particularly interesting Alterna landmark. ;)

Nostalgia Index: List of all the Nostalgic Devices you’ve collected, which Alterna citizens they belonged to, and what they used them for. The citizens’ names are redacted, but you do get to learn a bit about the different kinds of people who lived in Alterna, and connect with them through the items they left behind.

Skill Tree: Basically the same as the in-game version, minus the Hero Shot buffs– in #re_rise you don’t get the Hero Shot until you gain the Hero Gear in the last stretch of the game. Instead you borrow from weapons’ lockers placed around Alterna…meaning you can carry the weapon of your choice as you explore each site, offering you a wider variety of strategies to use on those balloon challenges, for instance. ^^ But I digress…

Camera Roll: One of the Nostalgic Devices you can find is a digital camera, and once you’ve obtained it, you can take pictures with it and upload them to the terminal (as well as your regular photo gallery, when you’re back on the surface). The Alterna Camera comes with its own special filters, and characters you aim it at will pose for you. ^^ This feature is basically just for funzies, but if you can snap a picture of that large figure lurking in the shadows, you’ll earn a special clothing item.

Messages: Occasionally you will receive mysterious messages, warning you with increasing severity to stay out of their laboratory (and bring back their golden eggs…sure sounds familiar). Are these warnings for their sake or for yours…?

Map: Even the site maps are only accessible through the terminals, they’re not available whenever. Maybe that would be a controversial choice…but I think it’d be okay in this instance, since (a) the Alterna islands are pretty small, and (b) I’ve invented a fun system that might help– the Sticker Beakons! ^^

Around Alterna, you can find Sticker Sheets with 3 Sticker Beakons each, to place and replace wherever you want on any island. They shine like actual beacons so you can use them to navigate while you wander around on foot, and once you reach a terminal you can jump to them like normal Squid Beakons. They come in different shapes and designs like the stickers from Hotlantis, and double as actual stickers you can place on your locker, once you’ve found them in Alterna. ^^

I feel like forcing the player to walk around is more forgivable when you give them something cute and customizable like this to play with. :D If you want to use all 18 Sticker Beakons on one island at a time because you’re super directionally-challenged, you can. If you want to use them to simply mark your favorite Alterna landmarks so you can jump to them easily, you can do that too. 

Maybe as a compromise, I might add a ‘Return to Nearest Terminal’ option in the Menu…but I think encouraging the player to get out there and actively explore can’t hurt. Part of my philosophy with this re-concept is to make Alterna an interesting place that the player would WANT to explore, and all these added collectibles are part of that.

[kikimurphys]

Behind Closed Doors (Part 22)

I know this story is not that popular but i love it. i hope you do too.

“So…” Ash began, settling into the cozy corner of the restaurant as the warm glow of the low lights enveloped you both. The chill outside only made the snug atmosphere feel more inviting. You were already halfway through the menu, eyeing something meaty and spicy to satisfy your latest craving. Ash adjusted the baby blanket draped over her chest, her son contentedly nursing, before glancing up at you with a playful smirk.

“How’s Daddy?” she asked, her tone dripping with suggestion.

You rolled your eyes, a smirk tugging at your lips despite yourself. “Don’t call him that,” you replied, stifling a laugh. “I already feel like a dirty little secret.”

Ash laughed, her shoulders shaking as she leaned closer, keeping her voice low. “Come on, Y/N. You’re carrying his baby. I don’t think you qualify as a secret anymore.”

“Yeah, but…” you trailed off, your fingers tracing the rim of your water glass. “It’s just… complicated. We’re in this little bubble right now, and I don’t want to burst it.”

Ash raised an eyebrow. “Complicated how? He’s clearly all in, isn’t he?”

You nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at your lips. “He is. It’s just… I’m still figuring out how I feel about all of it. Him. Us. This baby. It’s a lot, you know?”

Ash gave you a knowing look, her voice softening. “Y/N, you’ve been through a lot. But from what you’ve told me, he seems like he’s trying. Like he’s really there for you.”

“He is,” you admitted, your smile growing. “He’s been amazing, actually. He says he loves me all the time, and it’s... I don’t know, it’s finally starting to feel real. Like I believe him.”

“And you?” Ash asked, tilting her head. “Do you love him?”

You froze for a moment, the question hanging heavy in the air. Finally, you sighed, leaning back against the cushioned seat. “I think I do,” you whispered. “I mean, I know I do. I just… it’s scary, you know? To actually let myself feel it.”

Ash reached across the table, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Love’s always scary. But if anyone deserves it, it’s you, sis. And if he’s the one making you happy, then maybe it’s time to stop overthinking and just let it happen.”

You nodded, letting out a deep sigh, feeling a little lighter but still conflicted.

Ash tilted her head, her tone softening as she shifted the subject. “And how’s baby?” she asked, her smile warm and curious.

Instantly, your face lit up, and your hand moved instinctively to your bump. “Oh, she’s good. Moving more every day,” you replied, your voice filled with affection.

“And what did the doctor say? How’s the placenta?” Ash inquired, leaning in slightly, genuinely interested.

“It’s fine now,” you said with a small smile. “I just have to be careful, but I can go back to normal.”

Ash raised an eyebrow, picking up on the faint hint of sadness in your voice. “And that’s bad because...?” she asked gently, probing for the reason behind your hesitation.

You sighed again, your fingers lightly tracing circles on the table. “Because ‘normal’ means going back to work, back to the questions, the gossip, the chaos… I just—” you paused, looking for the right words. “I like the quiet, you know? The little bubble I’ve been in with him, the baby, and Niall. It feels safe. Comfortable.”

Ash nodded, her expression thoughtful. “I get that. But maybe ‘normal’ doesn’t have to mean losing that bubble. Maybe it’s just about expanding it, figuring out how to take it with you.”

You looked at her, surprised by her insight. “Expand it?”

“Yeah,” she said with a soft smile. “Take the love, the joy, and all the good stuff with you into your ‘normal.’ It doesn’t have to be one or the other.”

You let her words sink in, nodding slowly as you processed them. “You make it sound so easy,” you murmured.

“Nothing worth having ever is,” she replied with a wink. “But you’re tougher than you think, Y/N. You’ve got this.”

After a lunch filled with laughter and long-overdue catching up, you drove back to your flat. The time together had been like a balm to your soul, and as you unlocked your door, you couldn’t help but feel grateful to have her here.

“Sorry it’s so small,” you said, holding the door open as Ash carried Liam inside. “But I could take the couch while you and Liam sleep in my bed.”

“Nooo, you need to be comfy,” she replied, plopping Liam down on the edge of the bed. He immediately grabbed the TV remote, examining it with the curiosity only a baby could muster, before predictably sticking it in his mouth.

“Plus, we’ll be just fine, Y/N,” she added, surveying your room with a playful grin. “Your bed is huge. You clearly spent all your money here.”

“Well,” you said with a laugh, flopping down on the bed next to Liam, “I do love my sleep.”

Ash laughed as she started unpacking her things, placing a small pile of Liam’s clothes on the edge of the bed. “The top drawers are empty, and there are hangers for you,” you said, pointing to the closet. “I have most of my stuff at Cill’s anyway.”

Ash paused, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “So you are together together,” she teased, emphasizing the words with a playful tone and a pointed look.

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips. “He insisted I stay with him during bed rest so I wasn’t alone,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“And now that it’s over?” she asked, her voice softening as she sat down on the bed, giving you a knowing look. “Are you coming back here?”

“I dunno,” you mumbled quietly, your gaze dropping to your hands. You fiddled with the hem of your dress, unsure how to put your swirling emotions into words. The thought of coming back to this flat, quiet and empty, made your chest tighten. You weren’t sure if it was the loneliness you feared—or the uncertainty of whether he wanted you to stay with him.

Ash tilted her head, watching you carefully. “You don’t want to come back here, do you?”

You shook your head slightly, still not meeting her eyes. “It’s not that I don’t like it here,” you murmured. “I just… I don’t want to be alone. And I’m not sure if… if he wants me to keep living there or if I should just—”

Ash cut you off with a gentle squeeze of your hand. “Hey, stop. It sounds to me like you already have your answer. If he didn’t want you there, you’d know by now. And honestly? You deserve to be somewhere you feel safe and loved. If that’s with him, don’t overthink it.”

You glanced up at her, a mix of hope and hesitation in your eyes. “What if I’m reading too much into it?”

Ash laughed softly, shaking her head. “Sis, the man had you move in with him. He’s been taking care of you, bonding with the baby, and doing everything he can to make you feel loved. I think it’s pretty clear how he feels.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her words, even as the uncertainty lingered. “Maybe,” you murmured, hugging Liam closer as his little hands reached up to pat your face.

“No maybes about it,” Ash said firmly. “You’re not just some guest in his life, Y/N. You’re part of it. And it’s okay to want that.”

“Ugh, I know,” you groaned, covering your face with your hands in frustration. “I just don’t know what’s going to happen now that we’re going back to work. What if he doesn’t tell his family and friends about us? What if…” Your voice trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

Ash leaned forward, her tone sharp but supportive. “Y/N, he’s gotta give you your place. There’s no debate about that.”

You nodded slowly, her words sinking in. Deep down, you knew she was right. But the fact that Cillian hadn’t fully acknowledged your relationship to the people in his life kept your guard up, leaving room for insecurities to creep in.

“I just…” you started, looking at Ash with uncertainty in your eyes. “What if he’s not ready? What if he doesn’t want to deal with the questions or the judgment? He’s already got so much going on with Niall and his family drama.”

Ash sighed, her gaze softening as she reached for your hand. “Listen, I get it. He’s got a lot on his plate, but that doesn’t mean you should be an afterthought. Relationships aren’t about convenience—they’re about showing up for each other, no matter how messy things get. And if he loves you the way I think he does, he’ll step up. He has to step up.”

You stared off into the distance, lost in your thoughts, unsure how to respond.

“Have you talked to him about this?” Ash asked gently, concern etched into her face. She shifted closer, her worry for you palpable.

“No,” you murmured, your voice just above a whisper. Fear gripped you—the fear of saying too much, of pushing him away with questions he might not be ready to answer. Your hands instinctively cradled your belly as your eyes dropped to the floor.

Ash moved to sit beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “You’re going to have to deal with this before this little one comes,” she said softly, her other hand brushing over your bump.

“I know,” you smiled at her reassuringly, trying to push your lingering doubts aside and wanting to shift the focus.

Ash stood up and continued with her task, while Liam, ever curious, began to play with your earrings, tugging at them gently. His giggles filled the room as you chuckled softly, watching him.

“Mum sent this to you,” Ash said, tossing a bag toward you.

You caught it with a raised eyebrow. "What could it be?" you wondered aloud, glancing down at Liam, who was now shaking the plastic bag excitedly.

Opening the bag, you felt a wave of warmth spread through you as you pulled out a small, pink knitted coat and hat, paired with the littlest socks and mittens. A note was tucked inside the folds of the coat, and you unfolded it carefully, your heart skipping a beat as you read the familiar handwriting:

"For my little granddaughter. I hope she wears this with as much love as I made it. See you soon, darling. Love, Mum."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but the tears welled up anyway as you gently placed the little handmade coat against your belly.

“So, how are the hormones, huh?” she joked, raising an eyebrow as she smirked.

You couldn't help but chuckle, wiping a tear away with the back of your hand. "Oh, you know, just a little bit of everything," you said, trying to lighten the mood. "One minute I'm crying over a knitted coat, and the next, I'm craving pickles and chocolate at 2 a.m. It’s... great."

"Have you craved cheese with honey yet?" Ash asked with a mischievous grin.

“It’s the best!” you laughed, shaking your head at the memory. “I can’t believe I actually liked it.”

“What else do you feel?” she asked, curious.

You looked at the wall for a moment, thinking before you sat up a little. “Not much, just… I don’t know,” you shrugged. “Just horny all the time.”

Ash burst out laughing. “Ha! I remember that! I’m sure ‘Daddy’ can help you with that, no?”

You raised an eyebrow and pointed at your belly, a playful smirk on your face. “Not much happening with this one. No exertion, Miss Y/L/N,” you mocked your midwife’s words.

“Ugh, what a nightmare,” Ash groaned, shaking her head. “I wouldn’t have survived without, honestly! all i did during my second trimester was fuck.” She laughed at the memory.

You secretly wished you could resume your intimacy with Cillian soon.

tags:

@mamawiggers1980 @xsweetcatastrophe @galactict3a @thistheivyseason @cillianmurphyvevo @sweetcheesecakesblog @cillianmurphyfanatic

[slippinninque]

✨💓📚 💓📚💓✨

Jatemme Manning x blackfermreader

Warning: Cursing, self-indulgent fic, Jamal POV, fluffy fic, really, Jamal has a girlfriend because why not? (her name is Ruby), soft!Jatemme, bookworm!reader, short fic, prt. 2 anyone?

Jamal couldn’t help being a big brother.

No matter how old Jatemme became, no matter how much he broke and burned–he would always be Jamal’s little shadow. His Jajah.

There was a café across the street that had good coffee and pastries. Black owned and their menu rotated on a bi-weekly basis. It’s been a life-saver on more than one occasion of meetings and calculations running later in the day. From the forth story where his office was, Jamal could peer down to see the flowing script of the cafe’s front store windows.

Down there, right now, was a young man and woman discussing books.

“Who’s he waiting for?”

“Hm?”

“Your brother.”

Jamal finally looked up from the payroll before him to his girlfriend leaning up against the wall as she looked out the office blinds. Interested in more than just the tin of holiday-themed shortbread cookies she was nibbling from, Jamal rose to join her.

Indeed his brother was across the street, as he often was when taking a break from things. He was engrossed in another novel, the cover tucked-curled within his hands.

“What makes you think he’s—

“Just wait–

Jatemme checked his phone, seemed to stare down the street, then went back to his book.

“See? Look at that man and tell me he ain't waiting on someone!”

“Ruby–this why ya’ll get into it so often.  you’re doing too much.”

“Tuh! It’s all Pam and Martin between, you wouldn’t understand. Don’t be a hater though.”

“Here you go–”

Jatemme stood up and the both of them stopped talking as a young woman came walking into view. Jamal was stunned to see his brother reach out to zip up her coat and adjust her rose patterned beanie. The woman patted him at his shoulders fondly before finally claiming her seat across from him.

Ruby sang around a mouthful of cookie, “I told you so….”

Literally right under Jamal's nose, his little brother was falling in love. The moon might have well turned green.

Call him sentimental if need be but Jamal was glad it was seemingly such a sweet exchange between the two. When Ruby first pointed it out to him, that was back in the peak of Fall. The two meet up semi-regularly, to presumably talk about books, until the leaves fell and started to grow back in again.

Jatemme would wait outside for the young woman, Belle as Ruby suddenly decided to name her one day, before the two of them went into the café together. If the weather permitted it, they would emerge with their treats before claiming a table to begin their little book club.

Jamal wanted to take a picture and send it to their mother, but there wasn't enough 'Big Brother' in the world that could save Jamal from Jatemme's wrath.

It was good enough to watch them and root for his brother from the wings.

Jamal seen them cracking up over coffees and pouring over passages beneath snow fall. When they were meeting in his office, Jamal often caught his brother staring out the window.

Belle spoke with her hands and smiled a lot. Jatemme either leaned back in his chair or at attention. When Jatemme spoke, he would lean in as if he were telling secrets and she would follow after cracking open her book to share between them. 

Though Jatemme remained quiet about the new company he was keeping, there have been signs. One being a new distractedness that was uncommon for Jatemme. A sudden interest in his phone, for example. Or the appearance of a few books that broke away from the philosophical or non-fiction titles he was prone to.

Jatemme has just been…different.

Turns out that Jamal wasn’t the only one who noticed. When Ruby brought Jamal a stacked take-out bag from their favorite Chinese spot, he welcomed the chance to have an early lunch with his woman and the best accountant that's touched soil.

Turns out this particular visit from his favorite accountant came with 'tea'. Ruby said she passed by Jatemme as he returned from collecting their dues and decided to poke her favorite menace,

"I said, 'was the hunting good, Ntwadumela?' and he gave me a weird-ass fist bump, and went his merry way! Freaked me the fuck out!”

“And why’s that, darling?”

“It’s just because he didn’t come for me like he normally does.” Ruby shrugged then laughed a little at herself,

“No 'begone dusty witch!' nothing about my parking--'cause I'm definitely crooked today--oh! He even held the door open for Georgie."

That made Jamal pause as Ruby nodded. Georgie was a good man, he had loyalty but the execution was more on a Bruh Man From the (4)Fifth Floor type. Though Georgie drove him crazy, Jatemme would never get rid of him.

"Mhn. Word is starting to spread about Jah's sudden 'good mood'. Belle doin’ the lord's work calming his mean-ass down, I’ll tell you that much.”

Jamal wiped his hands of soy-sauce on a few, thin napkins as he looked into Ruby’s freckled face. Everyday he could look at her and be as stricken as he was the first time he saw her. Brown on brown, that’s so fucking gorgeous, he would always think. 

Having a moment with your heart’s favorite face everyday, yeah, that could soften a mean-ass nigga up.

Ruby still got a little shy at how Jamal was looking at her, tucking into her noodles with more gusto.

'It'll happen.' Jamal told himself as he winked at his Ruby, 'Let him keep his secrets.'

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✨Ending notes✨: I noticed that big ass book Jatemme was reading and my mind flew off the handle 🤸🏾‍♀️I feel like he would be a bookworm 🤭! Tell me what you think and thank you for reading!

Question, do you think I should do a prt.2?🤔

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[dyscanthe]

Butler's Christmas 2024

Chapter 2: A Promise to Lono

This is a rough translation of the story. You may encounter minor errors on the way, please be understanding and considerate (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) With that being said, enjoy reading!

[ One day as Christmas is approaching, Lono invited me to visit the city of Espoir. Lono said that the city is decorated for Christmas. ]

Lono: Arujisama, we’re in town now! Watch your step.

[ Thank you. ]

— Central Land, Espoir —

Lono: Oh that’s right, this’s pre-Christmas Espoir. There’s so many people in the market. Arujisama, please hold my arm firmly so you don’t fall even when you’re pushed, it’s going to be especially crowded near the popular products.

[ Thank you, Lono. ]

Lono: Even so, the city is in the Christmas mood already. The ingredients at the store are all standard Christmas dinners. What should I make for Christ

Lono: What should I make for Christmas this year~? Let’s keep the usual menu in mind… Arujisama, do you have anything you want to eat?

[ Hmm, let’s see… ]

Lono: Hehe, if you ask me, I’m not sure.

[ i’ll think about it. ]

Lono: Say anything! You don’t have to hold back! Oh I mean, will you be able to spend Christmas in the mansion this year? I’d like for Arujisama to spend more time in the mansion as possible. Slowly savoring the Christmas dish, and of course we also have a gift for you—it’s still a secret though.

[ I’m sorry you have to do all that. ]

Lono: Oh no Arujisama~ I’m the one who should be feeling sorry for you!

[ Lono? Why? ]

Lono: Thanks to you, I’m able to live such a fulfilling life, and the only thing I can do is cook and wear a blazer.

[ It’s not “only” ]

Lono: Arujisama…?

[ You’ve done a lot, Lono. ]

[ Lono always do his best for me. While this feeling of gratitude rises, suddenly it occurred to me that I could give Lono a gift. It’s just a sudden idea, I told Lono I want to give something back. ]

Lono: Arujisama will give something to me… I think this is probably something a butler shouldn’t take. But let’s see… if Arujisama wants to give something back to me…

Lono: Excuse me, can you lend me your ear? From here on, I don’t want anyone to heart about it.

[ Okay. ]

[ Lono gently appoaches my ear. ]

Lono: Would you be willing to go on a… date with me?

[ Date? ]

Lono: Yes, a date. It wasn’t a spontaneous idea, it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a long time. As proof of this, I’ve thought about dating Arujisama many times before.

Lono: I haven’t done it yet but, how about it? Are you interested in dating me, Arujisama?

[ I’m glad, let’s go date. ]

Lono: Hehe that’s good! I knew Arujisama would say that. Since it’s been decided, we need to make a plan! Let’s have fun together to the fullest today!

[ Mhm! ]

Lono: That’s good.

[ Hm? ]

Lono: Ah, sorry… I was talking to myself.

[ What’s “good”? ]

Lono: Actually, I’ve been wondering for a long time when will I ask Arujisama on a date. But I didn’t have the courage to do so. You see, timing is important. And if you refuse, well…

[ Hehe. ]

Lono: Ah! Arujisama, you laughed!

[ So that’s what you’re thinking about. ]

Lono: I think about it! I’m serious here—

[ I’m even happier to hear that. ]

Lono: Whew.. Let’s stop talking about this!

[ Mhm~ ]

Lono: Hehehe… Hahaha!

[ Hehehe ]

Lono: Haa~ I’m so relieved~

Lono: Ah yes Arujisama, can I lend your ears again? Hehe, sorry about this… Let’s keep this date a secret between us.

[ .. ! ]

Lono: Sharing secrets like this… It will spice up the date and make it more memorable.

Lono: Hehe, what do you think? I’ve been thinking about it quite hard, haven’t I? I told you it’s a way to give back to me. And as for me, I see it as an opportunity to entertain Arujisama in a way that I normally can’t do.

[ Lono… ]

Lono: I’ll make it a date that you can enjoy to the fullest!

Lono: Oh my.. I said it out loud that I’m on a date.

[ Hehe. ]

[ Me and Lono made a secret promise… We both enjoyed our time together. ]

[siconetribal]

Put It On My Tab: Chapter 9

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 @wordsfromshona @harlequin-hangout @harpy-space @tild3ath @gone-batty-fics @princessbl0ss0m @dakotali

Warning: Threats, Harassment, Discussion of possible links to/interest in criminal activity, and Y/N being a trouble magnet

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

A huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

If you’re new to the story, here is a link to the other parts:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

The store was spotless. The last customer had left about half an hour ago. There was nothing else to do, so Y/N took it upon herself to make sure it was pristine and ready for the next night traveler that would grace the establishment. Did she honestly expect anyone to come in? No, but this just meant she had one last thing to do before the shift was through.

“And now, I wait.” She mumbled as hopped up onto the stool behind the counter. It was going to be a boring and hellish shift with so little to do, but that just meant she was getting paid to do nothing. And that is far better than having to deal with some cranky customer. Grabbing her book from under the counter, she dove into the realm that awaited. A place where good, evil, and morally grey collided into a kaleidoscope of brilliant colors of adventure, intrigue, and romance. Within these pages, she was not some minimum wager struggling to make ends meet in some crime-ridden city. Within these bound sheets, she was free…until the chime of the front door pulled her back to reality. Of course, someone comes in just when I thought I’d be doing nothing.

“Well, well, well, look who we have here.” The familiar accented voice made Y/N’s jaw tighten as she slipped her bookmark back into the book and looked up to see none other than Citlalli’s troublesome cousin, Matías, and his posse of trouble. The one who always had some kind of job that would promise big reward, and would definitely get you killed if you were lucky. She could still recall the look on the Penguin's face when he realized he was being had. A look she never wanted to see once in her lifetime, let alone again. 

I’d rather deal with those secret menu drinks and hear the brainless chatter of the overprivileged youth than deal with him. A lobotomy sounds delightful, even. “Welcome, what can I get started for you today?” She plastered on her award-winning customer service smile as she stood from the stool and stepped up to the register.

“C’mon Lindura, don't be like that.” He softly clicked his tongue and reached across the counter to grab her hand. Y/N was quick to pull her arm back to her side.

“I will have to ask you to refrain from reaching across the counter, sir. If you need time for your order, you may do so, but I request you step aside. Anyone who is ready in the group, I am happy to help.”

“Damn, Matty, she’s not playing with you today.” The group snickered.

“Fuck off, that’s just how mi pequeña petardo is.” Matías eyed Y/N and smirked. It made her skin crawl, and she wanted to burn every inch that had the poor luck of being seen by such a leering gaze. “Isn’t that right, Nena? You like playing hard to get, don't worry, I’m not giving up that easy.”

No, please do. Give up, better yet, please walk into a wall however many times it takes for you to completely forget about my existence as a whole. She bit back the retort, reminding herself that she was at work and being recorded. She needed this job to pay off the 4k. “Sir, I'm not "playing ard to get", you're simply impossible to want. I am but a simple café employee working her shift, nothing more. So, what would you like?”

“For you to finally say yes and be mine.” She had to admit it was a smooth answer, but coming from him it was more greasy, like deep fried onion rings fresh out of the fier and still swimming in the oil. Her temple began to throb as the group cheered and encouraged Matías to go on. Emboldened, he leaned over the counter some more and attempted to grab her again. She smacked his hand away and glared.

“Strike two, Matías, keep this up, and I’ll call the cops.” She kept her voice flat as she glared at him. “Now, do you want to order anything or not? If not, get out and leave me alone. I’m not interested in you, your idiotic lackeys, or whatever pitch you're trying to sell.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are talking to us like that, bitch?” The one to Matías’ right snapped, grabbing and tugging her closer by the front of her apron. “Do you know who you’re messing with?” It was obvious from the clothes that he wore and the way he held himself, this guy was a hot headed rich kid trying to be cool.

“Someone with severe halitosis?” She rolled her eyes, trying to tug his hand off of her apron. “Let me go, or you'll regret it.”

“Regret it?” The rich kid scoffed. “How? Gonna call the cops? Then what? Even if we give ya the chance to call them, it’s gonna take time for them to get here. That gives us plenty of time for some fun. Plus my dad knows the commissioner, they can’t do shit” His slimy smug smirk was the last straw. Her free hand gripped the counter edge as she tried to create distance by pulling back as she tugged at his wrist in the opposite direction.

“I’m how.” Everyone turned at the newcomer’s voice, surprised to see that someone else was there at all, since the door had not chimed at someone else coming in.

No way, Wonder Boy?! Y/N’s jaw dropped at the turn of luck of having someone as witness to the harassment.

“And who the fuck are you supposed to be? Piss off and mind your own business.” The tallest of the group stepped forward.

“Guys, settle down.” Matías glared at Jason. There was something unnerving about him, and he knew fighting him as they are now would be a loss on their end. “Joey, let her go.”

“But Matty,” the rich kid turned to their leader to insist, but one look from Matías was all it took for him to back down. “You’re lucky, bitch.” He sneered, shoving her backwards hard enough to send her falling back into the counter behind her. The sharp pain up her spine was hard to ignore, but she refused to give them the satisfaction.

“You’ve misunderstood the situation, my friend! Lindura and I, we go way back. She’s my cousin’s best friend, after all.” He gave Jason a broad smile as he hooked an arm around Joey. “Joey here likes to play rough, we were all just joking around. We were actually in to see our good friend Ryan. He was supposed to be in tonight, which is why we stopped by in the first place. Seeing Lindura was just a big surprise.”

So he was expecting Ryan? Or is he just bluffing and just said the first generic white name he could think of? Y/N eyed Citlalli’s cousin with great suspicion. Her gut was telling her that it was most likely the former, and there was a lot that was not being said. Knowing what she did about him, what was unsaid was usually dangerous, and her expensive knight in shining armor did not need to get involved in all that. Is he trying to get other staff mixed up in his schemes? Don’t tell me he’s trying to pull a fast one on the Penguin again. Or is this him trying to gain turf and get noticed by some other criminal mastermind? Didn’t he idolize the Riddler or Scarecrow? Yeah, I need to be associated with that just as much I need a hundred bullets turning me into human Swiss cheese!

“Lindura?” She snapped out of her thoughts at the call of the annoying pet name she was given by Matías.

“For the hundredth time, quit calling me that.” She snapped. Shit, what did he say? “Also, don't get me or him involved in whatever this is. You’re on private property and our company wants nothing to do with any of it, understand? If you’re not ordering, leave. He wants to order, and you’re holding him up.” She motioned to Jason, purposely avoiding any confirmation of someone named Ryan being employed here. The less she said, the more distance she could keep from whatever was going on. I’ll just let Mr. B know later. I better let Cici know, too, I don’t want her or the rest of her family getting dragged into his nonsense. Matías glared at her response, looking between her and Jason in silence. He was clearly angry with her and her answer, but said nothing more. He turned towards the door, which was behind Jason, and shoved past him. His little group of lackeys followed suit, glaring and sneering at Jason, who barely even flinched at their attempts of intimidation. He turned and watched the group climb into their car and drive off before turning back to face Y/N.

“So, he’s really a friend of yours or,” he trailed off.

“More like a pain in my side. Like he said, he’s my best friend’s annoying cousin.” She sighed, rubbing the sore spot on her back. “Thanks, for stepping in like that. He’s…not the best person to be around and hangs around unsavory people, as you saw. I want as little to do with him as possible, but he just can’t seem to take a hint.”

“Is that what you call hinting? I’d hate to see what you being blunt is,” he chuckled as he walked up to the counter. Does she remember who I am? “So, this would be the second time I save you?”

Ah, so he does know it’s me! “Are you asking? Because I might need to start charging you, again.” He raised his hands up in mock surrender.

Yup, definitely does. “Purely rhetorical, but if you must, you can put it on my tab.” He chuckled. Y/N rolled her eyes at his confidence, she had to. Otherwise, she would have found it cute, and she needed to not find him anymore attractive than she already did. “So, are you closing up shop or can I order?”

“Sadly, I’m stuck here until the next shift comes in at 8. For some reason, we need to be a 24-hour location. So, what’ll it be, Wonder Boy? Order whatever you like, it’ll be on the house. The Least I can do for you since you saved me from that mess.” She straightened her apron and stood in front of the register once more.

“Something tells me your boss won’t like that, and you'll end up paying for it. How about I buy us both something, and you come join me at a table?” Jason offered, looking around at the vacant shop, to point out that she really had nothing to lose if she did. It was a very tempting offer, though she was equally happy with just sitting back here and reading her book, but when would be the next time she would meet him? To get a chance to actually talk to him and sort out this hotel mess?

“Well, if you insist,” she forced a heavy sigh of reluctance. “What’ll you have? The bakery items are either made in house or bought fresh from local shops, by the way. I’d suggest one of the sandwiches if you're looking for something more filling or aren't too big on sweets.” He hummed audibly as he stepped to the right, peering into the display case before glancing up at the menu that was hung up behind her before making his selection and insisting she or more than a drink. As promised, he paid for the entire order, and she quickly got to work making everything.

The second son of Bruce Wayne silently watched as she moved around behind the counter, sometimes disappearing behind the door to what he could only assume was the kitchen. After weeks of searching, he finally had her. He finally found the young woman he landed into a sizable amount of financial hardship, and she was not against spending time with him. Now I just need to figure out a way to bring up the topic. If those assholes didn’t make such a scene, I could've easily brought it up now and insisted on paying. But now she’s going to feel indebted to me for saving her again, and might fight me on it. There's got to be a way to make this work. He frowned, crossing his arms as he watched the back of her head move left and right as she began to make whatever drink she had put in for herself. He knew it could not be his order, he kept it simple with coffee, medium with creamer and sugar. The fact that I broke a coffee machine, and she works at a café, she must really think I’m some sort of imbecile. He ruffled his hair to release some pent-up frustration.

“Here’s your coffee and sandwich. Here’s my drink and pastry,” he heard her mumble to herself as she reviewed the ticket once more before stepping out from behind the counter. “We should be good. If you need anything, just let me know and I’ll grab it for you. Anywhere in particular you want to sit?” He glanced around the room before settling on a window side table that was a half booth on the window with chairs on the opposite.

That looks like it’s the closes to the counter, so she doesn’t have to go running if someone else comes in, and the lot is visible from there too. If those assholes decide to come back, I can handle it. “Over there is fine.” He pointed towards the table, placing everything on his tray and carrying it over. Y/N watched with raised eyebrows at the gentlemanly treatment. She was not one to judge by looks, but he certainly did not look like the type to be so courteous. “Are you coming?” She blinked away her look of surprise as she walked towards him.

“Color me impressed. Is saving damsels your forte?” She grabbed the chair to take a seat when Jason motioned for her to sit in the booth.

“I’ll let you know if you got anyone coming in.” He took the chair from her and sat down. “As for me saving damsels, I guess it depends. Do you make it a business to always be in distress?” He smirked, stirring his coffee a bit before taking a sip.

“I don’t make it my business, if you must know. Trouble likes to court me whenever it gets the chance.” She scowled, plopping onto the cushioned seating. “And it seems like you are around quite often when it’s doing its damnedest. Should I be wary of you?”

Oh, you have no idea. “Is that any way to treat your savior, twice over?” He exaggerated his frown as he leaned back into his seat.

“That depends, are you causing the trouble so you can do the saving, or am I just that lucky to have you around to save me?”

“You’re not ‘just lucky’ if it’s me doing the saving. You could say I’m a bit of a professional,” he thumbed his nose, earning a loud “ha” from Y/N.

“Fancy yourself as some sort of warrior of justice? A lesser known caped crusader?”

“No capes, definitely no capes.” He sternly answered. Y/N stared at him, surprised by the tone of his voice, but ended up laughing it off, just like the last statement. He was clearly playing along with her line of inquiry. Jason, on the other hand, was being honest and was a little annoyed by her lack of believing him. It did not help that he found her laughter melodious and the joy of it so infectious that it placated the momentary irritation of her waving his words off as something humorous.

“Ok, a capeless crusader, got it.” She picked up her drink and took a sip. “Well, thank you, in all seriousness. You really saved me on both counts. I’m pretty sure that drink you took on my behalf was drugged, which would explain why you were so out of it afterwards. And even now, even though he knows me, Matías wasn’t going to stop that Joey guy from causing a ruckus. The last thing I need is something that’ll cost me or Cici’s job.”

“Cici, that’s the girl who took my order last time, right?” He thought back to his first visit here. He recalled reading the name tag of the employee he requested to keep his association with Bruce Wayne hidden.“The one and only,” she nodded her head. “Which, speaking of, I wasn’t, she didn’t-” she let out a heavy sigh and raised a finger signaling that she needed a moment to gather her thoughts. Jason raised an eyebrow in question, but said nothing as he let her take her time while he ate his sandwich. How exactly do I explain this without sounding like I’m blaming him or demanding money?

[pukanavis]

Nanaki Nanamegi SSR Card Story "Serving Diligence With Style" Track 1

Location: Cruise ship ・Party Hall

Nanaki: Allow me to guide you to your seat, ma’am.

Lady: Please, lead the way.

Nanaki: Might I recommend this alcoholic beverage to accompany your meal today? Its fruity flavour makes it go down smoothly, so do let me know if that interests you.

Gentleman: My, my, aren’t you well put-together for your age?

Netaro: EMERGENCY! We’re outta leaves!

Nanaki: …Sounds like the salad bar needs tending to. Yowa-san, I’ll be right there!

Muneuji: Nanamegi, I’m sorry to ask this of you, but would you mind clearing up some of the tables?

Nanaki: Sure thing. I’ll be just a sec.

Nanaki: Phew…

Ryui: Hey, kid. Don’t tell me you’re already worn out?

Nanaki: Of course not, Ryui-san. We're only just getting started.

Ryui: Good.

Nanaki: This has been an incredible turn out, hasn’t it? To think a revamped night cruise would see a crowd like this on its very first trip.

Ryui: They’re doing a little too well, if you ask me. Goddammit, if they had just set up the waiter robots in time, we wouldn’t need to be running around like a load of headless chickens all night…

Nanaki: At least we're managing to make it work. Customer service is just another part of the job.

Netaro: Esteemed guest, your dessert has arrived! I present to you a miso soup made with a broth composed of reconstructed tyrannosaurus bones! I call it ‘tyra-misoo’ for short. [1]

Ryui: …

I’m gonna tie him up and throw him in the boiler room.

Nanaki: Ahaha…

(I know I said we’re managing, but honestly…)

It’d be a real relief to have just one more person helping out—

Momiji: Nanaki-kuun!

Nanaki: !! Chief!

Momiji: Things were running smoothly up on the sun deck so I thought I’d come and pop my head into the party hall, but it looks like you guys are pretty swamped with guests in here. I’ll help lighten up some of the workload.

Nanaki: I really appreciate it. I was actually just thinking about how nice it’d be to have an extra pair of hands on board. This must be divine will… [2]

Momiji: Divine veal?

Nanaki: Uh—the veal schnitzels!! At the buffet!!! People are saying they’re divine!!!!

Momiji: Oh, that's great to hear!

Nanaki: L-Let’s move on…

To start off with, could you help me carry these meat pie platters around?

I know this is a buffet style dinner, but I thought some of the guests might prefer to have food while it’s still fresh out of the oven.

Momiji: Sure, I’ll give you a hand! That’s a really thoughtful idea.

Nanaki: Why don’t we start making the rounds from over there? I’ll just grab a few plates, and…

Momiji: Woah, you can carry three plates at a time? That’s impressive, Nanaki-kun!

Nanaki: No no, it's a piece of cake, really.

(There’s actually a trick to pulling this off…but if I bring that up, it’ll make me sound like I’m trying to show off my smarts…)

Momiji: The secret is to hold your thumb and pinky over the two plates in your hand, right?

Nanaki: Ah, I should’ve known you’d be clued into the trick. I'm sure you’d be able to get the hang of it right away if you gave it a go.

Momiji: You think so? I've seen you practicing it lately, so maybe I should try to follow your example…

Nanaki: …

Huh?

Next

Notes 1. 'Tyra-misoo' is supposed to sound like 'tiramisu'. 2. To clarify, Nanaki originally says that it must be fate (運命 unmei) which Chief mishears as plum (梅 ume) and Nanaki responds in a panic by saying “The plum juice has been popular!! On the drink menu!!!” to cover for himself. I am not good at localising miscommunication jokes, forgive me ORZ.

[himasgod]

Xiangling x Reader

When you are brave enough to try Xiangling dishes

(Happy birthday to my girl! This is something a little more platonic, but I hope you like it!)

Chihu Rock was as lively as ever, filled with vendors shouting to attract any newcomers to Liyue. You had been particularly drawn to the delicious smell wafting from Wanmin Restaurant, an aroma so strong and captivating that it made your mouth water before you even crossed the threshold. You hadn't come to Liyue to try its food, but after smelling this, you had no choice: you had to try it.

As you entered, a girl with dark blue hair and bright eyes greeted you with a smile. "Welcome to Wanmin! Feel free to choose any dish you like, I can even make something that's not on the menu!" Xiangling, Liyue's famous chef, stood behind the counter, surrounded by pans, pots, and countless ingredients you didn't even recognize.

You blushed slightly, impressed by her enthusiasm. "Uh… Do you have any special recommendations?"

She rested her elbows on the counter and looked at you thoughtfully. “Special? Mmm… it depends on how brave you are to try something unique.” She put her hand to her chin, clearly thinking something up as she spoke. “I have a secret recipe, a dish that mixes seafood and chili, with a special touch of lucetta. It’s super aromatic! But… not everyone can stand it.” She gave you a mischievous smile, waiting for your reaction.

You took a deep breath. “What if I dare to try it?”

Xiangling giggled in excitement and quickly began preparing the ingredients. As she chopped and added spices with admirable speed, she began to tell you some stories. She told you about how she once destroyed a pan by freezing it with a Mist Flower Corolla and all the times she had experimented with exotic ingredients, like Hilichurls and slimes. “People say my dishes are weird, but I won’t know until I try them!” she said, laughing.

Finally, after a few minutes, she placed a steaming plate in front of you, its aroma so strong that it made you tear up a little. “Here’s my special creation of perch with violetgrass and… a hint of mint for freshness.”

You took a bite, and the taste was like an explosion in your mouth. It was spicy, sweet, and surprisingly smooth. Xiangling watched you expectantly, her eyes shining with excitement. “Well?”

You gave her a smile, nodding. “It’s… surprisingly delicious.”

She let out a laugh, clearly satisfied. “I knew you’d like it! You’re one of the few who dares to try something like this.” She sat down across from you, with Guoba by her side, who was nibbling on a piece of meat she’d taken out of her backpack.

You spent a while chatting about Liyue and the recipes Xiangling still wanted to try, until suddenly, she looked at you seriously. “Would you like to join me someday to gather ingredients? I could use someone brave enough to help me explore the Guyun Stone Forest… they say there are sea monsters, and I want to see what they taste like!”

The proposal surprised you, but her enthusiasm and energy were contagious. You laughed and agreed, thinking of what it would be like to accompany such a passionate chef on her adventures.

“Great!” she shouted excitedly. “We’ll make dishes that no one has ever tried!”

And so, that meeting at Wanmin Restaurant was just the beginning of a friendship filled with unique dishes, adventures, and no doubt, the occasional broken frying pan.

Here is my masterlist, in case you are interested in any more of my work or want to send me a request <3

[gippynippyhadaskippy]

Secrets; Mizu x mixed!fem!reader Pt. 3

A/n: Hey beauties! Happy Holidays and Happy early New Year!! I appreciate all the comments on the story :3, Also reader is a bit unhinged, just clarifying, 'Kay byeeeeeee!

Warnings and notes: Violence, Suicide implied, Racism, Mizu he/him pronouns till reader finds out otherwise.

Pt 1: https://www.tumblr.com/gippynippyhadaskippy/735820843700158464/secrets-mizu-x-mixedfemreader?source=share

Pt 2: https://www.tumblr.com/gippynippyhadaskippy/736299148632064000/secrets-mizu-x-mixedfemreader?source=share

The next stop in the journey wasn’t interesting, a noodle shop in the middle of nowhere. A sigh escaped your lips, growing tired from such a long mission. Not giving much thought to a bold approach or its repercussions, you enter the shop without hesitation. The samurai was already seated and hadn’t even looked in your direction. Why, not so much as a twitch. 

You dragged your eyes in his direction, he knew, 

you knew he knew, 

he knew you knew he knew. 

He met your gaze, inquiry was clear as day in them.

You snapped your eyes back, you’ll kill him, soon. 

You sat on a cushion from the opposite side of the restaurant as a big clumsy gentleman came to ramble about menu options, you gave him an eye smile and held up two fingers, second choice. After some fumbling, he assumed you were deaf and meant the second choice. It wasn't the first time your high voice had led to misconceptions—too high to pass as a man, too high to command respect. As he walked away you sighed. Your eyes were pulled back to him—the samurai. His attention was already on you. Another sigh, you squeezed your fist, but this time instead of exhaustion, it was titillation. 

Sweet and deadly.

You felt hot, why wasn’t he looking away? 

To everyone else, the two of you were stoic and intimidating, but you both were asking each other so much without even moving your heads. The bumbling man comes out from the kitchen and you disconnect your eyes first, following him instead. Once he brought the samurai his food and brought a rude flesh trader’s noodles to him, the girls looked miserable—poor things. 

In a split second, with a wobble and a fall a bowl of noodles fell onto Hachi’s lap. Of course, you knew who he was Shindo has done many business deals with him before. Many eyes watched on as the big gentleman slipped on more noodles, trying to fix his mistake. Your heart twinged with sympathy, as Hachi pulled a gun on him calling him a dog. Alas, you couldn’t do anything, if Fowler found out…

Gods, you sound like your father. 

Fuck. 

You absent-mindedly shook your head to rid of the thoughts of your father, he left you, alone. 

It hurt that you love him. It’d been like that for most of your life. 

Right, loved. 

A loud screeching noise made its way from across the restaurant, a table on wood. It went on for a bit and almost made you chuckle. The dramatic gesture came from the samurai—why weren’t you surprised? You were intrigued by the way he stood in front of the gun, his voice, his stance. 

It wasn’t like you hadn't killed attractive men and women before, it was often a pity that you quickly brushed off, letting yourself taste the dessert of what could’ve been. Although he is an entirely different kind of person, not from fame or wealth or any privilege at all. 

You��re hooked, and the drug was just six feet away. 

“European design, isn’t it?” A cocky smirk cracked on his lips, trying to make light gun talk with the flesh trader. Customers started to file out, in fear for their lives. 

After he revealed that he knew about Hachi, one of your eyebrows quirked up. 

“Why do you know so much about Hachi?” Hachi’s tone was defensive, guarded even. 

“Maybe I’ve been following you, the famous Hachi with the famous gun.” He chuckles, smirk still evident. 

“I’d love a gun like that.” A bold-faced lie, it was so obvious that he wanted something else. 

“You can tell me who sold it to you.” Bingo. 

“Hmm. Fuck off.” Hachi disregarded him and went back to eating. 

“You will tell me who sold you that gun.” A more commanding tone took the place of the cocky one. 

The blade slightly clicked out of the tsuka. 

Within a second Hachi pulled a gun on the samurai, and the samurai—ever so calm, splayed his hands. No foul play right? 

You watched on in amusement as he was backed up next to a knife.

Oh, a snack would be great right now. 

“You don’t deserve my blade,” The smirk disappeared, “You don’t even deserve this blade.” 

Two fingers plopped onto a plate, and Hachi screamed. 

You shifted in your seat, and your face felt hot.

“Take the gun if you want it! Take it!”

He pinned Hachi to the table and plunged a knife into the wood, not missing a beat he demanded, 

“It’s a filthy gun from a filthy place. I don’t want it.” He pulled him up by his obi. 

“I wanna know you sold it to you, tell me now.” 

You looked around at the restaurant taking in the situation fully, the girls seemed scared and meek, the big gentleman was in awe, and the shopkeep, with no customers, was horrified. A small smile formed on the corners of your mouth, stirring the pot definitely wasn’t his intention, it’ll have consequences. 

“Heiji Shindo! I bought it from Heiji Shindo!” Hachi whimpered, a pathetic sound really, for a pathetic man. 

“Heiji Shindo,” He tested the name in his mouth, “Where is Heiji Shindo?”

“I don’t know! I swear.” He whimpered again, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. 

Then the samurai tilted his tinted glasses down, revealing his blue eyes, and threw him down walking for the door. 

“You dead-eyed, half-blooded demon bastard.”

Hachi pointed. Big mistake. 

“You look like an onryo!” 

Two more fingers were added to the plate and your smile grew. 

After the big guy named Ringo left to follow the samurai, you followed suit keeping a safe distance between all of you. Another element was added to the mix, but that was the least of your concerns. 

Who was he? 

Most importantly why do you want to know? 

[akehoshimystar]

Chapter 5

Roka: Hello, Okoge☆ It's been a while, how's it going?

Okoge: Meow.

Roka: Yeah, I'm glad you're doing well. Here's a face-rubbing greeting ♪

As soon as we arrived at the Administrative Dept. house, Roka-san went straight to Okoge for some skinship.  Okoge purred in pleasure as his fingertip rubbed the back of his ears.

Taiga: I didn’t expect Suoh-san to come at all.

Ito: When he happened to stop by the office, I invited him and he immediately said yes.

Haruhi: Even though he tends to disappear and appear out of nowhere, he must have some kind of ability to never miss such a timing.

Taiga: It's reassuring to have the person who came up with the project sample it. I’m very grateful for that ability.

While talking, Tsukimoto-san skillfully advanced his preparations.

Roka: I wish I could bring Rare-kun too... It's been a while since you last saw each other, right?

Ito: Oh, Rare-kun used to come here?

Taiga: When there's no one in the office for a long period of time, such as a holiday, the Administrative Dept. sometimes takes care of him.

Ito: I see.

(I sometimes see cats and birds getting along on social media, but I wonder if I can see that here too.)

I couldn’t help but smile when I imagined the interaction between Okoge and Rare-kun.

Taiga: Okay, let's get started.

Roka: Hmm, I smell the scent of happiness all over the table.

Now, everyone, let's do this properly. Put your hands together and say "Thanks for the meal!"

Ito: Thank you for the meal.

Taiga: ...How was it?

Roka: Wonderful! Delicious! Bono!

I'm so impressed that I think these can be served to customers right at this moment.

Taiga: Really?

Ito: I agree with Roka-san.

It's amazing that he was able to produce these in such a short time.

Haruhi: All worth every night that you’ve spent practicing. Right, Taiga?

Taiga: You’re supposed to keep that a secret!

Haruhi: That won’t change the fact that you’re a good cook anyway.

Your challenge was how well you could make it fit the concept, and I think you did very well.

Ito: (It may sound emotionless, but I can sense his respect for Tsukimoto-san.)

And that’s what softened Tsukimoto-san's expression.

Taiga: I was especially particular about pairing it with black tea. Given that my role is a hatter. What I want to emphasize is…

Roka: An endless tea party ♪

Taiga: Yes. Not to mention, the story of Alice takes place in England. 

I originally had an image of black tea, but I learned and practiced in my own way to bring tea time to another level.

I tried to reflect the wonderful particularity of it in the menu.

Ito: So you made every dish go well with tea.

Roka: What's more, it's not just the classic tea set, it's amazing that you also made Japanese-style sweets!

Sheesh, aren’t you playful, Taiga?

Ito: You also made this matcha roll cake, Tsukimoto-san?

Taiga: Yes. There were some tea leaves that I really wanted to use, so this is what I came up with after thinking about what would go well with it. 

Roka: Oh yeah. The tricky combination is as interesting as the story itself!

Taiga: Thank you.

It was a little challenging because these are not some usual tea leaves out there, but it was well worth the effort.

Roka: Our customers will definitely be pleased. You’ve earned my stamp of approval!

Haruhi: ...Is there only tea?

Taiga: Nope, there are drinks on the menu that you would find at a regular cafe too.

Basically there're afternoon tea sets for tea parties and high tea sets for meals rather than snacks.

This way people can order food individually and enjoy their own favorite combinations.

Roka: Simply wonderful!

It's amazing that each table has their own tea party.

Roka: I really wish Urara had come too...

Haruhi: Why Manami-kun?

Taiga: Have you forgotten that he is also the cafe member for this time? Do some research.

Roka: I asked him on the way here, but he turned me down almost immediately.

Though I can already sense his stubbornness. Take a look.

Everyone came to see a message from Manami-san appearing on Roka-san’s phone via LIME.

Urara: [I said I'm not going, you're so damn persistent.]

Taiga: Oh, this is…..

Haruhi: I mean… If I suddenly got something like “an invitation to a tea party ♪” I'd turn down too.

It's practically spam.

Roka: Really? If it were me, I'd be all giddy-up!

Haruhi: Yeah, I’m sure you would. Even if it’s really a spam message.

Ito: (I definitely can picture that.)

I could even imagine Kosaka-san and Kise-san telling Roka-san to set up a strong spam filter to prevent that from happening.

Taiga: Manami-kun plays Cheshire Cat, right?

Roka: Yup! His tendency not to show up often renders him a perfect man for that role, don’t you think so?

Haruhi: That's exactly what's happening now.

Chapter 6

[aeoki]

Made Me - Make You: Chapter 3

Location: Seisou Hall (Tetora, HiMERU, Arashi's Room) Characters: Tetora, Arashi, Jun & HiMERU

Arashi: (It seems it’s just girls who are talking about “Pretty Room” on social media.)

(The cafe was designed to be someplace everyone could comfortably enjoy, and Mayoi-chan and the others should’ve definitely liked it…)

(Sales are going well and my friend also said the current popularity is more than enough.)

(But I worked so hard to make it a cafe that would make everyone happy, so I feel like something’s lacking.)

(How can I make it so that everyone would want to visit it…?)

…………

HiMERU: …………

Narukami-san, you’re frowning. Your eyebrows might get frozen in place if you keep frowning like that.

Arashi: Huh?

Oh, gosh. And I’m always being careful of things like that.

Thanks for letting me know, HiMERU-chan. I should relax those muscles. *Rub, rub*

HiMERU: Skincare is important, but the root of the issue must be resolved, otherwise problems may continue to persist.

Arashi: The root of the issue…? HiMERU-chan, can I ask you for some advice?

I don’t think I can come up with a solution on my own.

HiMERU: Sure, I don’t mind. Speak your mind.

Tetora: I’m back~

Arashi: Oh? Welcome back, Tetora-kun.

Tetora: Osu! What’re you two doing?

Arashi: I’m just about to ask HiMERU-chan for some advice. Do you want to join us?

Tetora: Narukami-senpai, you’re asking for advice!? That’s serious. Lemme in on this too!

Arashi: Thanks. To tell the truth…

< Some time passes. >

Arashi: …And that’s the story. I’d like all the people who visit “Pretty Room” to enjoy the cafe since I’m the advisor.

And if I were to be a little more greedy, I’d also like more people to notice it.

HiMERU: Hmm… I know what is the root of your issue.

Can you show me a photo if you have one? I’d like to know what sort of cafe it is.

Arashi: Of course. I’ll send you two a photo on “Hallhands”.

HiMERU: Thank you. …Some may find it difficult to enter if the exterior is designed this way and if there are also a lot of female customers.

They might end up wondering if it’s really okay for them to step foot inside.

Arashi: I see… Come to think of it, I think I remember seeing some people peer in but ultimately leaving.

But that’s not everyone. Mayoi-chan, Tomoe-senpai and Jun-chan didn’t seem to have any issues.

HiMERU: Yes. That’s why I said “some”.

What do you think, Nagumo?

Tetora: Me? Hmm, I’ve never really cared about how a cafe looks.

If I had to say, I pay more attention to what food they have.

…Hmm? What’s this “Burning Heart Marshmallow Stew”? Look, it’s in the corner of the menu.

Arashi: It’s a cafe original dish. It’s apparently the manager’s hobby… The cafe has a lot of interesting items on the menu aside from the standard dishes.

It makes you curious and makes you want to order it, right?

Tetora: I see! How does it taste?

Arashi: That’s a secret ♪ You’ll have to try it out yourself to find out.

Tetora: Ohh. That does sound interesting. It’s late at night, but I feel like eating it~!

Arashi: Ehehe. Then let’s go together sometime. Do you want to come with, HiMERU-chan?

HiMERU: Hmm. I should be able to provide better advice if I get a feel of the cafe and the food there. I’ll go and use the opportunity to learn about the cafe.

Tetora: It all looks so good~ But...

Arashi: But? But what?

Tetora: Uh, it’s nothing. I just can’t tell what it’ll taste like just by looking at the photos.

And I’ll only get to find out when I actually eat it. I’ll tell you what I think when we’re at the cafe.

Arashi: I’m interested in your opinion, but okay.

(...Come to think of it, Jun-chan said something similar, didn’t he?)

(Maybe I should ask him a few questions too…)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< Some time passes. >

Arashi: (I hope Jun-chan hasn’t gone to bed yet.)

(...Oh?)

Jun: Oh, Narukami-san. We’ve been seeing each other a lot today~

Arashi: Perfect timing. Now I don’t have to go all the way to your room.

Jun: Hm? Did you want to ask me something?

Arashi: Yup. We were at “Pretty Room” together after school, right?

You mentioned how all the dishes on the menu looked great, didn’t you? Something about the way you said that got me thinking.

Jun: Oh, yeah. I guess I did~

I felt like all of them didn’t have big portions… Sorry if I offended you.

There was actually a lot more on the plate and Ohii-san looked like he had fun, so I’m happy~

Arashi: Oh? You usually eat a lot?

Jun: Not really…

But I prefer something that has a lot to it as opposed to a small plate of food. I prefer set meals too. I find those more comfortable to eat.

Arashi: I see. I thought people would be happy if they could try a lot of different things at once, but I see some people prefer just having one plate.

And there are all sorts of people out there with different preferences. Thanks for letting me check with you, Jun-chan ♪

Jun: No worries. I just explained my preferences, is all~

I don’t know much about running a store, so sorry if I said something arrogant.

Arashi: Not at all. It’s important to get direct feedback from customers, so your opinion is very valuable.

No one knows how other people will see you even if you put a lot of makeup on. It’s the same as that.

…………

…Oh, I know!

Jun-chan, could you help me out as a “Special Pretty Advisor”?

Jun: A “Special Pretty Advisor”? Me?

Arashi: Yes. I don’t want “Pretty Room” to just end as a limited-time cafe.

I want it to be someplace special that the customers will remember. It was a long-time dream of my friend’s, so I’d like to make it a success.

Please help me out, Jun-chan…♪

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Sheila Glickman Leventhal isn’t your average Jewish American grandma. The 82-year-old owner of Cecil’s Deli in St. Paul, Minnesota, the spot her parents opened and where she’s been peeling and dicing potatoes since she was eight years old, is also an every day yogi and was recently named the St. Paul deli matriarch. 

In a chaotic, fun interview with lots of laughter, Sheila (along with the occasional two cents from her daughter Becca Kvasnik) told me the most important factor to restaurant success, the most essential Jewish ingredient, and how she’s pretty confident she could still make schmaltz on Mars. 

This interview has been lightly edited and condensed for clarity. 

What is it like running a Jewish food space in an off the beaten path Jewish area? 

Sheila: Listen. We’re not off the beaten path. A lot of Jews settled here. They may have gone to New York but then they came here, either because they had family here or because they found it safer. I know that’s the way my mother-in-law felt, who first settled in Brooklyn. 

What is the most popular menu item?

Sheila: The Reuben, absolutely. 

Name a food that was once popular and has since gone out of style.

Sheila: Let’s say tongue. If you’re a New Yorker, you expect tongue on the menu. Tongue was an item that we discontinued because people stopped wanting it. It wasn’t healthy. We used to stuff the chicken neck… 

Becca: Oh Jesus.

Sheila: … I can still see my grandmother standing there stuffing the chicken neck. We have it in the case, though we don’t make it. We have it frozen in the case. I’m pretty sure I can make it. I just don’t know where I would get the skin off the chicken neck. 

Becca: Sounds like a winter project.

Sheila: Yes!

Do you think people are looking for more traditional Jewish dishes or a modern twist?

Sheila: It’s all about the old favorites. We sell a lot of chicken matzah ball soup. A lot! And sweet and sour cabbage borscht. It’s always been popular. 

Have you seen an increased interest in Jewish food lately?

Sheila: When my husband and I got married in 1961, there were 13 Jewish delis in St. Paul. That’s not including Minneapolis. Today, there is only one in St. Paul. 

What’s the secret to success?

Sheila: I consider consistency the biggest part of being able to stay in business. Be consistent and try to keep your people happy.

What do your non-Jewish customers think of the deli?

Sheila: After the Jews left the neighborhood the non Jews took their place very quickly and were our best customers. They wanted kosher corned beef, but with all the kosher meat places in Chicago closing down things got more difficult. 

Any secrets you’re willing to share for making great Jewish food?

Sheila: Schmaltz! My parents opened this business in 1949 and my mother always used beef liver (to make chopped liver). She never used chicken liver. Now, we use beef liver and combine it with onions and schmaltz. It’s to taste and it’s a simple thing. A little bit of schmaltz in everything goes a long way.

Is there a story behind the menu? Any nostalgic menu items? 

Sheila: The menu hasn’t dropped many of the original items. The current menu is huge. My son creates the menu and he gets a little carried aways because he’s always wanting to create new things. I would say the matzah ball soup.

Becca: And the corn beef sandwich. 

Sheila: Oh, and the potato salad and coleslaw! Our potato salad and creamy coleslaw recipe has not changed since I was a little girl. 

Where do you see Jewish food going?

Sheila: Let me just say that I plan to be here another 20 years. 

Becca: Oy.

Sheila: My daughter thinks I’ll outlive her. Anyway, I don’t think Jewish food will ever go away. I see the way people are. They love it. You should see what it’s like at Christmas, how the people flock! The young families, the old families, they love our food and they love that kind of food. I think that’s how things are always going to be unless we live on another planet where the delivery would be harder. Although we might be able to create our own (schmaltz), all we really need is a chicken.

[alliance00]

Hire a Private Chef in Dubai for a Luxurious Dining Experience

If you have ever dreamed of enjoying a five -star meal in the comfort of your home or private villa, keeping a private chef to work in Dubai can only be your correct recipe for luxury. Imagine this: no grocery shopping, no cooking stress, no cleaning - just you, your guests, and an unforgettable culinary trip to suit your taste.

In this article, we will find out that booking Dubai Private Chef is rapidly becoming one of the most trends for food lovers, travelers and inhabitants. Whether it is for romantic dinner, a grand party, or a family, you will learn how this service converts normal moments into extraordinary people.

Why appoint a private chef in Dubai?

Dubai is about all luxury, style and unforgettable experiences - and what can be more enjoyable than having a personal chef craft gourmet food for you? Whether you are a resident or a tourist, a private chef Dubai at work transforms any food into a particular event.

What does a private chef do?

Dubai Private Chef is not just a person who cooks. They are Pakistani artists who plan your menu, shop for fresh materials, prepare their food on the site, serve it beautifully, and even clean it later. It is like its own Michelin-Star kitchen team at home.

Occasions Perfect for a Private Chef

Romantic dinners

Birthday celebrations

Anniversaries

Family reunions

Holiday feasts

Corporate events

Wellness retreats

Think of a private chef as your culinary secret weapon for turning any gathering into a celebration.

Benefits of Hiring a Dubai Private Chef

Convenience: No cooking or cleaning.

Personalization: Menus tailored to your preferences.

Privacy: Dine in comfort without public noise.

Luxury: Five-star dining in a familiar setting.

It's like upgrading your living room into a private fine-dining restaurant.

Cost of Hiring a Private Chef in Dubai

Prices vary depending on the chef’s experience, the menu, and the number of guests. On average:

Couples dinner: AED 800–1,500

Family meals: AED 1,000–2,500

Luxury events: AED 3,000 and above

Keep in mind—you’re paying for a full-service experience, not just the food.

How to Choose the Right Private Chef

Look for:

Experience with your cuisine of interest

Client reviews and testimonials

Menu samples

Flexibility with dietary needs

Professional certifications

Much like hiring a wedding planner, the right chef makes all the difference.

Custom menu suits your taste

Want Vegetarian Lebanese food? Glass free Italian? A steickhouse-style BBQ with a twist? A private chef can do this in Dubai. Many chefs provide free consultation to understand your palate and dietary requirements.

Private Chef vs. Restaurant Dining

Restaurant Dining:

Public setting

Fixed menu

Waiting time

Private Chef Experience:

Home comfort

Custom menu

No waiting

It's like comparing a tailored suit to something off the rack—both serve a purpose, but one is made just for you.

Health-conscious and dietary options

A private chef can help you maintain specific diets- keto, pelio, vegetarian, without renouncing the gluten-free-swara. It is especially great for people with allergies, health conditions or lifestyle goals.

Safety and sanitation standards

Dubai's professional chefs follow strict hygiene rules. They carry the certificate and ensure that your food is ready in a safe, clean environment. Your kitchen can be cleaner after you leave!

How the Booking Process Works

Choose a chef or service platform

Schedule a consultation

Approve your custom menu

Set the date and relax

Some platforms even offer last-minute bookings for spontaneous celebrations.

What to Expect on the Day of Service

The chef arrives early, preps ingredients, cooks in your kitchen, and presents each course beautifully. Expect professional plating, table setup if requested, and a clean kitchen afterward. All you do is eat, enjoy, and entertain.

Testimonials: Real Stories from Dubai Residents

“Hiring a private chef in Dubai for my anniversary was the best decision ever. The food was better than any restaurant.” – Sarah, Palm Jumeirah

“Our chef created a custom Indian-Mediterranean fusion menu that wowed our guests.” – Ahmed, Downtown Dubai

Top Platforms to Hire a Private Chef in Dubai

La Belle Assiette

CHEFIN

Take a Chef

Dine in Chef

Table at Home

These platforms offer verified chefs, transparent pricing, and easy booking.

Last idea on final food experience

Hiring a private chef in Dubai is more than just eating well – it’s about making memories, indulging in personal luxury, and savoring every bite. Whether you’re celebrating something special or simply craving gourmet meals at home, this experience is truly worth it. If you're ready to elevate your dining moments, contact us at Alliance Recruitment Agency—we'll connect you with the perfect culinary expert to match your taste and occasion.

View source: https://allianceinternationalservices.medium.com/hire-a-private-chef-in-dubai-for-a-luxurious-dining-experience-3de7f825820c

[lily22223]

How Does Uber Eats Work? An In-Depth Look at Its Business Model

As someone who’s always curious about how tech is transforming the food industry, I’ve spent a lot of time digging into the success stories behind popular platforms like Uber Eats. It’s no secret that the app has changed the way we order food—but what’s really going on behind the scenes? How does Uber Eats actually work, and why are so many businesses looking into launching their own UberEats Clone App?

If you're running a restaurant, small business, or even a large enterprise, understanding the Uber Eats business model isn’t just interesting—it could inspire your next big move.

Let’s Start With the Basics: What Is Uber Eats?

Uber Eats is an on-demand food delivery platform that connects customers with local restaurants through a sleek and easy-to-use app. Think of it as the bridge between hungry customers and great food, handled with the kind of convenience that today’s consumers expect.

From browsing menus to placing an order and tracking delivery in real-time, the platform is designed to make food ordering as smooth as possible. And the best part? It’s not just limited to major chains—local restaurants and cafes are just as likely to find success on the platform.

How Does Uber Eats Make Money?

The Uber Eats business model revolves around several key revenue streams:

Delivery Fees: Customers pay a fee for each delivery, which varies depending on the distance and location.

Service Charges: A small percentage is added to the total bill as a service fee.

Restaurant Commissions: Uber Eats charges restaurants a commission on every order they fulfill through the platform.

Advertising and Promotions: Restaurants can pay extra to boost their visibility within the app.

Now here’s where things get exciting for businesses like yours and mine. If you’re tired of paying hefty commissions or want more control over your delivery operations, you might be considering building your own UberEats Clone App.

Why Are Businesses Choosing UberEats Clone App Development?

I’ve had conversations with restaurant owners, cloud kitchen startups, and even larger food chains who are exploring UberEats Clone App Development—and the reasons are clear:

Lower Commission Costs: You’re not paying a third-party platform to handle your orders, which means more profit stays in your pocket.

Brand Control: With your own app, you can fully control the customer experience, from branding to loyalty programs.

Customer Data Ownership: Instead of relying on a third party, you gain access to valuable customer insights and buying behavior.

Flexible Customization: A well-built UberEats Clone App can be tailored to fit your specific business model—single restaurant, multi-restaurant marketplace, or even enterprise-level solutions.

What Features Should a Great UberEats Clone App Have?

If you're thinking about investing in UberEats Clone App Development, make sure your platform includes these key features:

Easy sign-up for customers and restaurants

Real-time order tracking and delivery updates

Multiple payment options

Admin dashboard for managing orders, customers, and partners

Push notifications for offers and updates

Loyalty rewards and promo codes

Whether you’re just starting out or looking to scale, having the right feature set can make or break your app’s success.

Final Thoughts

Uber Eats has proven that the demand for online food delivery is here to stay. But here’s the thing—I believe local businesses and restaurants have just as much opportunity to thrive with the right tools in hand. Investing in an UberEats Clone App gives you the freedom to build a branded, customer-centric experience without relying on third-party platforms.

If you're considering UberEats Clone App Development, now is a great time to explore your options. After all, owning your own delivery ecosystem isn't just a smart business move—it’s a game-changer.

Want help figuring out what features would work best for your app? Or maybe you’re curious about development costs? I’d love to chat more—just drop me a message!